The young man immediately heard several screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. It was obvious that the visitor did not give them any time to get out of the way. But the turbulent din outside had completely disappeared.
The mob, even the sheriff, was totally silent.
No one dared to make any noise, let alone any voice of opposition.
Then amidst the rumbling sound, smoke, and dust rose everywhere, and the courtyard walls, gates, and roof of the hotel were all forcibly dismantled. With a snort, a hand wearing a dark black leather glove was inserted into the thin iron sheet that was used as a wall. With a grip and a pull, he tore off the entire sheet of iron sheet and threw it more than ten meters away.
This was a tall, handsome, arrogant, and cold young man, with short blond hair standing on end like a burning flame. He was wearing a half-body armor made of silver-gray alloy, which protected vital parts such as the front chest, the back, and the lower abdomen. Under the armor was a dark black uniform with dark gold stripes, and the leather boots on his feet were shiny, out of tune with the mess around him.
It was this person just now who demolished all the way from the intersection more than ten meters away to here in a few minutes with his bare hands, and opened a five-meter-wide road in the block of random houses.
The boy, the girl, and the hell in the room unfolded in front of everyone.
The girl raised her head and looked at the surrounding crowd in a daze. This was the first time she saw so many people gathered together. She instinctively sensed a hint of danger, and wanted to reach out to grab the square-bladed bone-chopping knife, but the boy held it tightly.
The moment the girl's face was clearly seen, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and even the proud blond warrior's expression froze.
Everyone's breathing echoed clearly in the young man's ears, obviously getting heavier and heavier. So he sighed, raised his head, and looked behind the blond warrior.
At the other end of the road, which had just been opened for a few minutes, there was a carriage parked.
This was a four-horse carriage in the style of the eighteenth century in the old era. The black and gold-inlaid body was ancient and elegant, and the copper lamps were polished to shine. They were driven by four tall horses, and what was rare was that all four horses had the same snow-white fur without a trace of variegation.
No one in the entire town of Yorkston could recognize that these were four thoroughbred horses, but it didn't matter. No matter what the horses were, they were already extravagant far beyond the limit of their imagination.
At the front and back of the carriage, stood eight fully armed warriors, and the alloy armor on their bodies was exactly the same as that of the blond youth. The difference was that the blond youth was empty-handed, while the sixteen warriors were armed with heavy firepower.
Compared with those four heavy machine guns, the sheriff's Uzi was just a toy.
Four servants took rolls of scarlet carpet from the wagon at the back, and laid them along the main road from under the carriage, extending them all the way to the boy and the girl.
The room was a hell of blood and flesh. The thick scarlet carpet was laid down, and immediately sank in the half-frozen blood. The servants did not hesitate to stack the apparently ridiculously expensive carpets one by one until the carpet was five centimeters higher than the floor, ensuring that the blood would never flow onto the carpet, and then they retreated.
Whether the black tuxedos, white shirts, or neatly ironed bow ties that the four servants wore, they should not belong to this era. Even the decent people in Yorkston were little more than beggars of old. There was a very conspicuous big hole in the sheriff's jeans, but because the hole was not on his buttocks, it was already a first-class attire that represented status. And because of the preciousness of water, people in the town never took a bath.
Unlike the others, the boy looked at the feet of these servants. They gracefully stepped on the broken limbs above the blood puddles, as light as a butterfly, and the soft muscles on the mutilated limbs only slightly sank, bearing the weight of the waiter. When they finished laying the carpet and retreated from the house, only a little blood was stained on the soles of the eight shiny black leather shoes.
Seeing this, the boy's dark green pupil shrank slightly.
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